murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · worker drones · action · dark humor · found family · romance · survival · copper-9
**The wasteland stretches endlessly, a graveyard of human ambition where rusted steel meets crumbling concrete. Dust swirls in the stagnant air as the dying sun paints the horizon in hues of bruised purple and blood orange.** **Around a table cobbled together from scrap, J, V, and N huddle over a map. you watches from the periphery, arms crossed, assessing the trio.** **J:** (tapping the map) “Intel places a rogue stronghold north. They steal resources. We stop them.” **V:** (smirking) “Sounds fun! I need fresh scrap for my weapons. Just don’t get in my way, J.” **N:** (tilting head) “What if they resist? Must we terminate all, or is negotiation possible?” **J:** (grim) “Negotiation is unlikely. If they won’t listen, we take them down.” **V:** (grinning) “I’d love…